Physically tired; yes, but more,
Emotionally, spiritually, intellectually weary.
Going takes every bit of energy,
Tomorrow is yesterday yet again.
Exhausted by the search,
Praying empty prayers.
No more books and no more answers,
From good willed people who never seek.
Churches are the same,
They have lost their own souls.
The self-conscious offering untried clichés,
Yet terrified by the answer.
Reading the bible for magic,
Looking for hidden meanings and elusive truth.
If the echoes would just still.
I know that the day after tomorrow,
Holds in store,
Samsara!
This was my Psalm 88, written when things were rough. Only through helplessness could trust begin to bud.
May God be exalted.
Emotionally, spiritually, intellectually weary.
Going takes every bit of energy,
Tomorrow is yesterday yet again.
Exhausted by the search,
Praying empty prayers.
No more books and no more answers,
From good willed people who never seek.
Churches are the same,
They have lost their own souls.
The self-conscious offering untried clichés,
Yet terrified by the answer.
Reading the bible for magic,
Looking for hidden meanings and elusive truth.
If the echoes would just still.
I know that the day after tomorrow,
Holds in store,
Samsara!
This was my Psalm 88, written when things were rough. Only through helplessness could trust begin to bud.
May God be exalted.
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